Suck the sickness out of me
Suck the sickness out of me
Claim your big prize
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Look at that, how nice it slides
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Soft all over
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
No fear of the monster
Have you met perfection?
I have my methods, daddy
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Good thing you like sloppy seconds